Part 2 of Gretel's fattening fairytale.
Summary: After awakening a couple of hundred pounds heavier, unable to escape the witch’s charms Gretel finds herself confronted with breakfast, followed by a whole day of being mercilessly stuffed with yummy food as the witch introduces her to the more erotic side of gluttony.
Contains feedism, force feeding, dark sub/dom themes, teasing and humiliation, uncontrolled gluttony, stuffing and sex, piggy play / temporary transformation, tons of weight gain from BBW to SSBBW to way beyond immobility.Part 2 Introduction (Sample)...
Gretel’s eyes blinked open slowly, feeling very heavy with sleep. Memories of yesterday’s incredible binge were blurrily scattered through her mind. She yawned and stretched casually for a moment,
“What a wonderfully strange dream…. Oh…”
Gretel’s blood ran cold, her face frozen in a terrified expression as she took in her surroundings. With her head still tilted backwards her eyes focussed on what looked like a ceiling made from biscuits. She looked to her left and right and was a little concerned to recognise the same chocolate walls and furniture she thought she’d been dreaming about. She could feel extra weight in her arms, her heart started to race like she was running a marathon. Really not wanting to look she slowly tilted her head upright, but nothing in the world could have prepared her for the shock.
Gretel’s mouth opened in horror! She was too shocked to even scream. She was FAT! As fat as she’d ever been, even bigger in fact! Her rolls were thicker than she’d ever known them to be, her belly stuck out further than ever, even her arms felt heavy and cumbersome due to their thickness.
When the witch had found her in the morning she was delighted to see the poor girl had continued to gain a little in her sleep estimating her to be around three hundred and twenty pounds, maybe three-thirty! She wasn’t just a big fat, she was now a rather obese version of her former self.
Gretel began to hyperventilate with caused her to inhale a large dose of the delicious aroma filling the room. Her stomach grumbled hungrily and her mouth began to water profusely. She looked up. In front of her was a HUGE pile of tasty looking pancakes completely smothered with butter, cream and maple syrup and topped with delicious smelling strips of crispy bacon! Although her mouth was watering, any thoughts of enjoying breakfast were being overshadowed by panic about her weight.
Gretel’s voice trembled as she poked and prodded her body in disbelief,
“H-How did I get so fat?”
She could even feel the fat on her face wobble a little as she spoke, she quickly moved her hands to her chubby cheeks and squeezed them incredulously. Her arms felt so heavy and she could feel their flab jiggling against her sides as she moved them. The memory of the previous day’s massive eating binge began to surface and the reality that she was now fatter than she’d ever been before as a result began to sink in.
Her fat had burst the seams of her denim shorts. They were digging in to her very tightly even though the button had popped open. Her tank top was digging in to her side and back flab and was making creaking sounds with every little movement she made. Her big belly was exposed, sitting on her thighs, protruding out significantly further than the legs of her shorts. The hems of her shorts were stretched so tightly around her big round thighs they were making a rather large dent, her soft fat bulging out of the legs. Gretel felt self-conscious with her fat belly jiggling away out in the open, exposed for anyone to see. She tried to pull down her tank top but stopped when she realised how much her large heavy breasts were spilling out of her now drastically inadequate bra. Her boob flesh spilled out of her cups, the straps dug into her shoulders, the bra looked ready to burst off her at any second. At least her tank top was still covering her breasts though she was bulging out of it absolutely everywhere else.
“Oh God! I’m so big! … Oh no! It’s not fair! I worked so hard! How can this be! I just wanted to eat until I felt full! I didn’t know it would make me THIS FAT!” she panicked out loud, beginning to hyperventilate. She tried to cling on to thoughts of this being a crazy dream turned nightmare but they were rapidly dissolving in the sunlight of the new day. Oh god those pancakes smelt good! Why did they have to torment her so!
A voice startled Gretel.
“Good morning sunshine, did you sleep well? I know I did, I feel fifty years younger!” laughed the witch.
Gretel blinked in disbelief at the witch, who now resembled a very elegant and incredibly beautiful woman in her early forties, maybe even late thirties, her hair a silky smooth and jet black, her eyes now a sparkling shade of emerald green. She wore a red dress that clung to her clothes model like figure. Gretel stared feeling transfixed. Regardless of the witch’s age, Gretel had to admit she was now in the presence of the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen.
“Oh yes dearie, I’ve had quite a transformation haven’t I, what do you think?” the woman said gleefully doing a little twirl on the spot where she stood, “Although I guess I could say the same thing about you! Don’t worry though, we’re not done with the transformations just yet,” she laughed.
Gretel suddenly felt very scared. Terrified even. She began to whimper, fearful at the size of the mound of food, having a dreading suspicion that she was expected to eat all of it, and worse still, she felt that if she really wanted to she probably could. The hunger in her belly was disconcerting to say the least. She began to try and push herself away from the table. God she felt so heavy, and all that fat getting in the way restricting her movements wasn’t helping either.
“Please, you have to take this food away from me! I have a problem when it comes to food! It’s like an addiction! I can never say no! You can’t put this much food in front of someone like me! It’s not fair! Please, I just I can’t help myself!” Gretel pleaded.
The witch smiled deviously and said, “My dear there’s nothing to be ashamed of here, you’re a growing girl! Embrace your appetite, I promise it’ll be worth your while. Have you not even had a little taste yet? Try some bacon, it’s really, really good! And the pancakes and syrup, oh they’re to die for! You must at least just try one little bite, one little morsel won’t hurt!”
The witch took a strip of bacon and waved it tantalisingly under Gretel’s nostrils. The bacon glistened from the syrup invitingly in the morning sunlight. A droplet of drool escaped out of the corner of her mouth bringing a smile to the witch’s face. Gretel gulped, breaking out into a cold sweat, closing her eyes and trying not to breathe in its delicious rich flavour. She whimpered almost inaudibly as the witch touched the bacon to her plump lips.
Sensing Gretel’s uneasiness the witch knelt down behind the chair, still holding the bacon to the fat girl’s lips. The witch gave Gretel a big hug with her free arm, rubbing her soft back reassuringly.
“It’s so silly to deny yourself pleasure because of what others think. You are beautiful my dear, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. If you’re hungry you should eat,” said the witch stroking Gretel’s blonde hair tenderly, a devious smile on her face.
(end sample - story become too hot for dA to handle shortly after this)
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